50 Glimpses From a Country Boy Into the World We Share

by Lee Pulaski

Lee Pulaski was born country, and that’s what he’ll always be. As an author, he’s published twenty works of fiction for people to enjoy. However, he also performs other types of writing almost daily, and some of those items end up in his online blog, Rural Roots and American Rainbows.

To date, Lee has posted more than two hundred fifty entries to his blog on an assortment of issues—many times with a wisp of humor in his thoughts, and other times when he’s ready to unleash some hellfire and brimstone. Fifty of his best pieces have been curated and put together in this book as he takes on political parties, bizarre laws, assorted holidays and even his own brethren in the gay “community.”

Read Lee’s thoughts about Arizona repealing its law that made potlucks anywhere but in the workplace illegal. Enjoy his recollections about when he saw hot air balloons flying through the skies of Chino Valley. Watch him take on another member of the LGBTQ community who suggests that there is a moral obligation to be vegan. Sit back and observe as he blasts social media when his friend posts an artistic and tasteful photo on Facebook that shows some skin and is shut down. Absorb his views on how political parties have outlived their usefulness and should be dismantled. There’s also a piece on Lee’s favorite subject—why people are so afraid to call Independence Day Independence Day.

Whenever something has seemed off in the world, whether it’s the police going after little tykes and their lemonade stands or when the Association for Library Services to Children voted unanimously to rename the Laura Ingalls Wilder Award, Lee Pulaski has given his views on the matter. Considering himself to be a true country boy, a proud patriot and a card-carrying homosexual all wrapped into one package, his best works from Rural Roots and American Rainbows will make you laugh, make you cry, make you mad and, most of all, make you think.



(Originally published in June 2016)

I’ve been writing books for a number of years now, and one of the more common comments I hear from people who learn this is, “Maybe someday they’ll turn one of your books into a movie.”

I hope not.

I realize how surprising that sounds, but I have no interest in having any of my books making it to the silver screen. To me, it’s akin to sending my “children” to an orphanage.

Whenever you write a novel, you have very few limitations on the story. It can be as long or as short as your imagination allows. If you want to write an epic, 150,000-word battle, you can do it.


Not so when it comes to a movie. Movies generally fit into a format anywhere from 90 minutes to three hours. The stories in novels don’t fit into that length of time, so there’s almost always some hacking and slashing required to make the story short enough to make it into theaters.

Once that happens, movie directors tend to take license with changing other things, as well. As Exhibit A, I present The Wizard of Oz. I love the book, and I love the movie, but they are two very different animals.

In the 1939 movie, the Good Witch of the North was named Glinda. In the book by L. Frank Baum, the witch had no name; Glinda was the name of the Good Witch of the South. (For those of you murmuring ‘What Witch of the South?’  keep reading.)

Dorothy had ruby slippers in the film. The book had the magical footwear as silver shoes.

The movie had the Scarecrow, Tin Man and Cowardly Lion rescuing Dorothy from the Wicked Witch’s castle, and then a chase with the guard takes place before Dorothy finally liquefies the witch with the bucket of water. The book tells about the Scarecrow and company being incapacitated and Dorothy being enslaved, and the witch’s demise comes when she manages to get her hands on one of the silver slippers, and Dorothy retaliates with the bucket of water.

Dorothy’s return to Kansas in the movie came just after the Wizard’s balloon blew away, and Glinda (the Witch of the North) comes to the Emerald City to tell Dorothy the shoes are the key to getting home—a very simple way to wrap up the story. Turn the pages in the book, and there are several more chapters after the balloon disappears. Dorothy and her friends must travel south to the land of the Quadlings to seek the counsel of Glinda the Good Witch of the South.

I could go on and on, but I think I’ve made my point. The 1939 movie was a beautiful story, and remains one of the timeless films of America. When it comes down to details, though, it’s an amputated version of Baum’s novel.

The films based on J.K. Rowling’s Harry Potter novels are also immensely popular. However, if you look at the books themselves, they are incredibly lengthy and would never fit into the length of a feature film. Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire was 734 pages when it was released in the United States (the British version was still above 600 pages), but the film was 157 minutes. Can you imagine how much of the story was gutted to make it fit the attention span of movie audiences?

Being an author, I know first-hand the process you go through when you write a book. My first novel, The Colors of Love and Autumn, came from brainstorming and months of writing, rewriting and polishing. The idea, the dream if you will, came into existence after I spent several days camping in the woos with family. I consider it to be one of the best stories that I’ve ever written.

I used the comparison earlier of my books to being like children, and The Colors of Love and Autumn is my shining star. The last thing I would want is for that star to be shrunk down and reshaped so that it’s no longer my vision, my dream. Someone would have taken my idea and twisted it to make it theirs, pushing out my vision.

Maybe this sounds selfish, but any artist out there will tell you the same thing. Their imagination makes their work unique, and original thought gives it form. Filmmakers who turn popular books into movies aren’t going through the process of developing their own idea. They’re taking someone else’s ideas and giving them liposuction and a butt lift.

I hope the people who read my books enjoy the stories I convey. They’re stories that demand being told. However, if you’re hoping to see them come out in a theater near you, I wouldn’t hold my breath.


About the Author

Lee Pulaski grew up in the dry heat of Arizona in a small town called Chino Valley. Lee has always enjoyed writing, although it took some time for him to develop the courage to get his work into the public eye.

Lee also has a love affair with the theatre, starting to write plays in high school before moving to full-length novels in recent years. In his junior year, one of those plays, Murder on the Boardwalk, was selected for production. Although it was never published, Lee received royalties for the play, which has kept him writing ever since.

Ironically, a dry spell in Lee's creative juices in 2006 prompted him to take a vacation in Wisconsin with family. Getting into a new environment and seeing the beauty of the fall colors is what inspired Lee to write his first novel, The Colors of Love and Autumn, which was first published as an e-book in September 2008 through Torquere Press.

Lee enjoys photography when he is not writing—and sometimes even while he is. He tries to get outdoors whenever he can to take photos. Having learned how to read at age 3 1/2, Lee also loves to read as often as possible, enjoying mysteries mostly, although he'll read any good story.

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